The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

But at the same time, a deep fear flashed through his heart. There was absolutely no such young Jindan monk in Qingyun Kingdom, and the attack method of the person in front of him was also weird. He had never heard that music could actually kill people, but This kid had just been in front of him, using that flute to kill one of them from a long distance away. He couldn't even stop him, and the sound of the flute had no impact on him, but he had deep spiritual power. , I just kept suppressing it.

These fools only told him that he was a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. He himself was a Golden Core Great Perfection and a half-step Nascent Soul, so he naturally didn't take him seriously, but now it seemed that it might be a bit tricky.

But he had no way of turning back. If he couldn't kill these two people tonight and let people know that he, as the law enforcement elder of Yin Yang City, was doing this kind of thing of robbing the monks in the past, his good days would be over.

"Boy, you have to be merciful and merciful. If you don't accept your skills quickly, I can just pretend that nothing happened and let you forget the blame."

The old man never thought about letting Bai Qinghua and the two go, but he said this, partly to save Mo Bao and the others, but also to make the two opposite him relax their vigilance.

Bai Qinghua smiled softly when he heard this, and actually accepted the cold jade flute obediently, but looked at the old man with ridicule in his eyes.

"Let's forget about it? I know very well why you came here late at night, how can you just forget about it!"

"Junior, you have such a strong tone. Since you are so arrogant, don't blame me for being rude."

The old man was also very annoyed when he saw Bai Qinghua's unwillingness to eat anything. He lifted the crutch he had been holding in his hand slightly and hit it hard on the ground. In an instant, countless vines grew around Bai Qinghua's painting, and he bared his teeth and claws towards it. Bai Qing drew a hole and went away.

"I'll leave those pieces of trash to you."

Looking at the vines coming towards him, Bai Qing ordered Tu Ling without changing his expression. Although the cultivation of those people was higher than that of Tu Ling, at this time, their faces were pale and their breath was dying. He suffered multiple internal injuries due to the impact, and his strength was less than half of his original strength. It would be no problem to leave it to Du Ling to deal with it.

The old man was once again angered by Bai Qing's arrogance. The other party did not panic when facing his attack, and even dared to order the maid to kill his own people. This was because he did not take him seriously at all. The old man was furious. , the crutch in his hand flew out and hit Bai Qing's picture door directly.

Bai Qinghua looked at the blow packed with majestic spiritual power. He turned the cold jade flute in his hand and rushed forward. At the same time, the wind blades rose around him, cutting the vines that had reached him into pieces. Two spiritual weapons The spiritual power surged at the moment of contact. Bai Qinghua and the old man were simultaneously shaken by the spiritual power and retreated several feet. All the vegetation centered on the two of them turned into debris in the aftermath of the spiritual power, but Tu Ling and Those monks in the foundation building stage were not affected because they were protected by barriers.

Bai Qinghua looked at the cold jade flute returned to his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and looked up at the shocked old man. A flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and the cold jade flute returned to his waist. Fu Xiqin appeared in his hand, and his figure shook. Rising from the ground, he sat cross-legged in mid-air, his slender jade-like hands falling on the strings.

The old man was extremely frightened at this moment. The boy in front of him was not in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, but was clearly a monk in the late Golden Core Realm. After just one blow, the two seemed evenly matched, but his attack was easily neutralized by the other party. , the old man felt uneasy in his heart, and he had already begun to think about retreating.

While he was thinking, the melodious sound of the piano sounded. Although the sound was pleasant, the old man felt like his hair was standing on end. He did not dare to be careless. The crutch hit the ground again, and vines grew rapidly from the ground, and the vines entangled each other. The old man was guarded tightly in the middle, and at the same time, vines were also attacking towards Bai Qing's painting, but before those vines reached the front of Bai Qing's painting, they were blocked by an inexplicable force and then shattered. The same was true for the vines around the old man, but As soon as those vines were smashed, new vines would gather again. The old man's face was very ugly. Firstly, he had consumed a lot of spiritual power. Secondly, surrounded by the sound of the piano painted by Bai Qing, the old man felt upset. At the same time, The energy and blood surged, and the heart beat continuously, as if it was about to burst out of the chest in the next second.

"Who are you? Do you know who I am?"

The old man knew that he was not Bai Qinghua's opponent, and he was panicking at this moment. This boy's attack methods were unprecedented and strangely tight. The sound of the piano seemed both invisible and tangible. It could not be shielded, and the obstacles were constant, leaving him helpless.

Without stopping, Bai Qing raised his head and glanced at the old man with disdain. He turned his hands slightly, and the sound of the piano suddenly became more urgent. The old man's blood surged and he spit out a mouthful of blood. This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is The sound of the piano directly attacked the sea of ​​consciousness. The old man didn't care about anything else. He inserted his crutch into the soil and sat cross-legged, trying his best to resist the attack. In this way, the barrier he used to maintain the foundation-building monks had no spiritual support. , suddenly shattered.

Tu Ling saw the time and stepped forward like a ghost. In just a few breaths, the six people who were still wailing on the ground turned into corpses. The old man's eyes were splitting when he saw it. He wanted to save his nephew, but he couldn't. With his mind weak and his mind lost, the sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and cracks appeared as dense as a spider web.

"I am the elder of Yin Yang City, you can't..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man's eyes had become dull, and he slowly lost his energy. Without the support of the old man's spiritual power, the vines that were growing wildly disappeared, leaving the crutch standing there alone. Without the obstruction of the vines, the sharp blade turned by the sound waves cut the old man's body full of holes. Bai Qing's fingertips drew across the strings, and the old man's body turned into blood mist, and soon fell to the ground. It was absorbed by the soil, but the smell of blood remained in the air for a long time.

Bai Qinghua in the air collected Fu Xiqin and landed on the ground. He waved his hand and collected the old man's storage ring and the cane. When he turned around, he saw that Du Ling had also collected the storage rings or storage bags of those people. , and also disposed of the corpses of several people. If it weren't for the mess on the ground and the lingering smell of blood in the air, no one would have thought of what just happened here.

"Sir, this is the storage space for these people."

Du Ling respectfully presented the things in front of Bai Qinghua, but she was still thinking about the battle just now in her mind. This was the first time she saw the poster take action. She was really shocked by her strange method. Their poster turned out to be For those who use sound to attack people, the Fuxi Qin that could only attract hundreds of birds before became a murder weapon in the hands of the poster. There is also the cold jade flute that has been hung around the waist by the poster. I originally thought that the poster just liked it and didn't want to He can also kill people. Although she can't see through the old man's cultivation, the pressure on him is stronger than that of the poster, but he still has no power to fight back in the hands of the poster. Their poster is so powerful!